I never meant to be a writer.
I started putting words together when I didn't know how to talk about what I was feeling. Some days it was grief, some days it was guilt, and some days it was just the noise in my head that I couldn't switch off. Writing became the only way I could make sense of it all - losing my brother, becoming a father, learning what love really is.

These poems aren't perfect. They weren't meant to be. They're pieces of me - broken, healing, and still figuring it out. 
Each one marks a step through pain, anger, faith, forgiveness, and love.

If you've ever felt lost, numb, or not good enough, I hope something here reminds you that you're still human, still growing, still worth it.